User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-5343292-20120813153758/@comment-25220117-20121020162328

''Orgey shoves away from the docks, ridding the boat of the ropes that held it to land with a quick slash of his knife. The tide quickly brought the shaky boat out to sea, and the two rats at the oars began pulling at the oars, fighting against the hungry waves. The large mass known as Orgey lay with his back against the longboat's prow, his eyes dull and tired, a paw toying with the cleaver at his belt. The transport was silent but for the occasional grunt from the rowers and the waves splashing against its rotting sides, a ship slowly looming closer and closer to them''